You can't fight it, No you got ta feed it to the fire, Hold your feet to the flames, You got it burnin'

Stinging for the reason after burning like a jet airplaneYou got ta build it till the scaffold hits the ceiling, Let me tell you it's a dangerous place, You can't stop it raging like a pyre, Got more power than a runaway train it's in stereo, It's my heroin

Gotta make my way to t he stage scream, My call so real, so raw, Take, my own, manipulate

You get that feeling that's filling up the building And it's blowing like a powder keg,You gotta bring it and cave in the goddamn ceiling, Own the pit and fucking dance t ill you bleed It sit s inside me, rebellion and uprising, Like the shotgun blast that laid you to waste